Three Brood Instigators

56. Proving Outcomes

Febby explained the plan.

"And so you heard me right, we are going to hit them hard, can anyone tell why?" Febby asked all the crew members. "Anyone?"

Robert raised his hands, "To eliminate the competition?"

"Up five, Robby," Febby gave a five, and nonetheless a hand shake Febby also once did with Vanessa, the boys were disgusted. "WHAT YOU BOYS LOOKIN' LIKE THAT?"

Drock clapped. "You heard her right boys," he said. "Everyone knows the first rule of business—well, not the first, but an important rule of business: outwit the competition," he said. "Now before any of you dumb fucks ask, while the Bangor will be our main competition, let's not forget whose bigger, yes?" he reminded. "The triads and those Non-Italian mafias are operating in this county. If we want to make a line and flourish, we would need to take out some stiff competition, you fucks," he said. "The plan is simple. Me, Goran, and ugh, Herman—as ordered by Febby—will take this common mafia sedan with us and enter the warehouse the triad owns in Presque Isle. The mafia originally plans to make some sort of peace treaty with those triads, so we are going to come early, pretend as if we are the mafia, and make some cheap conceivable conversation. That's where you little fucks come in: the generator in the warehouse is actually inside, so once distracted, destroy it, and we obliterate all those triads those delicious properties they have, and get out," he explained, most of the boys were impressed of the plan. "And with the plan gone and done, the mafia and the triad will be busier pitting a war against one another, giving us time to develop our line. We have lots of guys and strong girls lined up to the underground, and we are making the county, and this stinkin' rat pit of a town our playground. Any pussies wanna ask?" Drock asked. "Good."

"This time, all the seven of us are into this work, don't mess up. For a couple of triads their warehouse is a maze, real large and shit," Febby reminded.

"The Magnificent Seven back together again, hehe, get it?" Herman made a mood.

"Don't be a pussy," Drock slapped the back. "You, Goran, wear the suit, let's go."

While they prepare,

"Wow, so we hitting a big triad warehouse?" Ben asked, suiting a jacket up.

"Looks like the size of it," Clayne said, giving the masks and the head coverings to cover their hair and face.

"Clayne, you and I are doing a surprise attack when Drock tell us," Febby reminded. "Ben, Rob, you know how to handle generators, right?"

"Always," Ben said.

"Good," Febby said. "I hope none of things come out when we work together."

"Febby, just shut up," Clayne sweater. "You are embarrassing me."

"You need puberty lessons, Clayne, a lot of it," she said.

Febby saw Herman drink a pill, she checked him out.

"You ok?" Febby asked.

"Uhh, fine, why?"

"You sure?"

"Look, my head's fine, alright?" Herman said. "March is coming in soon, I know my precautions."

"Alright, now look, if it is too heavy, you can back out, ye?" she reminded.

"I ain't a pussy, Febby,"

"That's what Drock wants you to believe, I am afraid," she said.

"Yeah, no shit,"

Drock threw the tie. "Fuck it, wearing a tie makes it a bigger pussy anyway."

"You sure you don't want me to teach you?" Herman asked.